Flash Forward

I saw a vision of Conor and I about 30 years from now yesterday evening when I was on my way home from work. I couldn't hear what was being said, even though I was standing right next to them, but it was definitely us-in-the-future. And I'm scared.

She was the epitome of rage: eyes bugging out of her head; steam rising from her ears; giving out about something (me, I think - there may have been some perceived bus-stop queue skippage - and also everyone else standing around in the throng for the same reason; the bus was running about 5 minutes late aswell) and he was so calm - talking her down off the metaphoric water tower.

I swear, if she'd been a little shorter and he'd been a little taller with long hair and a beard, I'd have known for sure that these were the Ghosts-of-Christmases-yet-to-come and asked them what the world was like in their time and whether now was a good time to buy...

Anyway, the upshot of it all was that I made a mental note to calm the hell down. Just in general. I think it would be a valuable life skill. Future-me looked like a stress-induced heart attack waiting to happen.

In my defence

I got a bit of stick from Con last night about my previous blog.

Thing is though, you can never really tell the tone of someone's 'voice' on their blog. I was kidding. It was a celebration of city breaks. And a little bit of a rant against suburbanisation. But mostly a celebration of city breaks.

BTW, Venice is lovely. In estate agent parlance, viewing is highly recommended.

Oh God! I'm so suburban...

Sometimes I hate what I'm becoming - a middle-class suburban working mom. Such a hateful and dull cliché. I had such visions for myself - a high-flying, jet-setting, devil-may-care, free-as-a-bird individual. But no more. I appear to have relegated myself to the staunchly middle-of-the-road suburban 4-bed detached outside of the city territory that probably describes a good 50% of the population. How very unique.

On the plus side, I get to go on mid-week city breaks! Yeayyy!

Winter Vomiting Virus (ii)

And now, so does everyone on the 17.10 CL3 Mortons bus to Celbridge.

Sorry about that folks!

Winter Vomiting Virus

I used to think this was a myth.

Now?

I think I've got it.